Tyrants Slave Heroines

By strat0071964

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One

A gang called the Tyrants ruled the area, even the parks. Princess Diana, Wonder Woman, leggy, well-bosomed, curvy heroine in a skimpy uniform she came to Central Park to deal with them.

    Their base was said to be in the park. They were powerful built with gold brands on their arms that seemed to supplement their strength.

   She strode through the park. A shrill whistle sounded from a young man on a picnic table. “Hey, honey,” He called. “Get over here.”

   “Who are you?” Diana asked as she neared.

    “Tyrol base,” He looked about nineteen, maybe. “Leader of the Tyrants.” He smiled. “We can

a make a lot of money off your sweet ass. You get an allowance of course.” He chuckled. “We own every piece in the area. Some are official members of the Tyrants.”

   Others slowly closed in. Diana clenched her fists. Two other women came to Tyrol, one on the right the other on the laugh.

   “Place for you, there,” one pointed to his feet. “Princess,” She said caustically.

    So, they knew who she was. Fine. “I suggest you save yourselves beating and just surrender.”

   They checked. Eyes roved over her, some whispered sexual insinuations.

    “Whoa,” called one, “Look at them milk jugs shake.” He smiled. “Milk shakes anyone?”

    They laughed.

    “Nobody expects you to just surrender without a fight,” Tyrol said. “That feisty nature’ll probably drive up your price.” He chuckled.

    “Then I won’t disappoint you, Tyrant,” Diana promised.  “Hope you won’t be disappointed when I beat your gang.”

    “Rhino, Ox!” Tyrol called. Two big men grabbed her arms. Grunting she struggled in their grasp.

   They were big, strong like a Rhino and an ox. Another came straight toward her. Diana raised her legs and pushed her feet into his face, and he flipped over.

   Her foot came back down against Rhino’s ankle, He howled in sudden pain, as his grip loosened, she broke free of him then body slammed o into a tree.

   “Never underestimate your opponent,” Diana advised.

   “Right,” Rhino gasped. He watched her breasts heaved. “Still want a closer look at your mountains.”

    A wiry man grabbed her from behind. She reeled and shook against his tight grasp.

   “Go Rat!” Someone called. The others closed in. Tyrol rose and walked forward. He held what looked like a remote-control key his hand.

    Diana shook the men off. Tyrol smiled, indicated the bracelet on his forearm, “These amplify our strength, granted for periods of time.” He showed her the key and pressed a button, the heroine froze. “This nulls your powers. We got them from an underground Alien market, cost a bunch, including a few chicks.”

    Diana felt her chest heave, she gasped for air. Two men grabbed her arms. She started to kick at Tyrol who dodged it, then slapped her.

   Another hand smacked her butt. “You belong to us now,” Tyrol pursed her ruby red lips and kissed them. He tossed away her belt and lasso.

   One of his girls, Cinnamon, gathered them.

   Tyrol gave Tara Diana’s tiara. Then he ripped off her costume and raised it. “This will be our flag. The gang cheered.

  He tossed the uniform to one of the guys. It was soon hoisted on a flagpole under the American flag. Tyrol grabbed Diana’s breasts and stroked them.

   Tyrol smacked her cheeks again; she flew onto a picnic table. They grabbed her, they stroked her large breasts and mouthed them, “Unh, ungh,” Diana moaned. “Please don’t.”

   They laughed, turned her around. Raising his doubled belt, he began whipping her rear. Panting, Diana sobbed.’ The she groaned and grunted as his firm rod surged into her rear.

    “Ohh, Ungh-Unhh-aah! Uh-ungh.”

     As Tyrol whipped her, another stuck himself into her mouth. “M-mmm, hmm, mnn.”

  The gang gathered around. Each got a piece of her. Other men joined them, they had to pay for their piece of Diana.

   Rhino tweaked her nipples with his fingers. Diana squealed. They laughed.

       A dog collar and leash were placed on Diana’s neck.  They took her into an abandoned warehouse building, wrists secured behind her back. Then, Ox began making a video of her.

    She was required to dance around, as they filmed her. Lowest bids accepted would be $1,000. That for just a piece of her.

    She sat on her knees. Tyrol stroked her long dark hair.

  “Hey, Tyrol,” Cinnamon started. “My cousin’s having a birthday party, I’d like to bring wonder toy.”

    “Sure, Doll,” He handed her the leash. Diana sighed. She walked like an animal to Cinnamon.

   “Now, give Bryce a good wrestle, before he gives it to you.”

    “Yes ma’am.” Diana said and sighed.

Two

In a string bikini, Diana faced the young man, as the family celebrated. Happily he walked her into his bedroom. She crawled on the mattress.

    Naked, he poured on her. Quickly and easily spreading her out on the mattress, “You’re so strong, sir,” she gasped to the mid-teen’s boy. He kissed her lips. Then rubbed his organ between her breasts and made her kiss the tip. Then plunged into her.

   “Oh, oh,” She cried as her body shook under him. He chewed at her breasts.

    “Please don’t hurt me sir,” Diana whispered.

    During dinner, she sat on the floor near him. He had fed her scraps. Then some birthday cake. He placed icing on her breasts and licked it off.

    Cinnamon walked her home to the warehouse where she would be caged. Cinnamon stayed to watch her.

    Diana slumped against the bars. Soon, it was just the two. The heroine had drifted to sleep. Cinnamon rested as well.

   “Diana,” Hearing the voice, Cinnamon roused from slumber. She saw the young woman, Donna Troy, Troia, in a red outfit with gold stars. She was at the defeated heroine’s cage.

   “Donna,” Diana said. “You have to get out of here,” the heroine warned. “They have alien tech.”

   “Well, we have aliens.” She pulled her communicator. It wasn’t working, bringing a scowl to her face.

   “Come to surrender that curvy hot bod to us?” Cinnamon called as she neared them. “Could make a lot of money with it.”

    Donna spun to them; fists readied.

   “Wow, another demi-goddess in our stable,” Cinnamon sounded enthusiastic.

    The young heroine tensed. She swung at Cinnamon, who grabbed her wrist. Then spun her around and slammed her against the bars. Cinnamon jerked her back and swung Donna around.

   Swinging her leg caught Cinnamon in the side. The woman gasped, let go of her prey. Donna lunged. The two grappled on the floor.

   An uppercut on Donna’s jaw sent the heroine spinning. Rising and moving fast, Cinnamon pinned her shoulders to the floor.

    Cinnamon felt her arms bracelets pumping. How much longed she had strength was uncertain. She had to beat this bit quick.

    With a solid hand, Cinnamon slapped Donna’s face several times, “Settle down honey! Wonder Woman couldn’t defeat us, neither can you!” Her voice was stern.

   Donna struggled against her, finally pushing Cinnamon against her. The woman rolled away, then started to rise as Donna moved to attack again.

   Cinnamon moved fast; her foe slammed inti the wall. She plunged into the heroine’s gut, then her fists struck at her more.

   Finally the heroine crumpled, gasping. Grabbing Diana’s lasso, Cinnamon secured Donna’s hands behind her desk, and wrapped the rope around her waist.

    Then tied the lasso to a pole. “That should hold you, sweetie.” Cinnamon smiled. She watched Donna struggled in her bonds. Then settled down onto the floor. Pursed the heroine’s lips and kissed them She pulled the costume down, freed the bosom and caressed her big, soft, breasts.

     She stroked Donna’s long cola dark hair. The heroine cried softly. “You belong to us now.” Cinnamon smiled. “You will work for the Tyrants, on the street or wherever we tell you.”

   Her arms encircled Donna and Cinnamon held her.

    “More will come for us,” Donna warned. “You can’t defeat them all.”

    “I’m sure they will come,” Cinnamon said. She rested her head on Donna’s breasts and went to sleep.

Three

   Impressed, Tyrol grinned at Cinnamon the next morning. He took the siphoned he’d used on Diana, pointed at Donna and clicked. “then to Cinnamon and clicked. “You haver all her powers now – permanent. And since you bested her all by yourself, she belongs to you, though we get a cut of whatever you make off her.”

   Cinnamon beamed.

The guys started flinging cash at Cinnamon for a piece of the young heroine. Donna was spread out on a table and used as she sobbed.

   Later she would be put in a red string bikini, collar, leash and sandals. Then follow Cinnamon out.

    “Who’s your momma?” Cinnamon demanded.

   “You my momma,” Donna answered weakly. “You, my momma.”

   Shrill whistled and butt slaps followed Donna; her head sunk in defeat.

   Back at their headquarters, a young man called Tech, operated the computer. “we have a lot of bids coming in for the princess.”

   Tyrol smiled.

   “Got a request from an Oswald Cobblepot in Gotham City. Wants to know if we can handle a bat infestation problem for him.”

   Tyrol smiled. His cell phone buzzed. Answering he smiled. “Appears we got new recruits in town already.

    Kori Anders, Starfire and the green skinned beauty, Jade, had stepped into the bar, trying to find a lead on the whereabouts of Donna Troy and Princess Diana.

   The bartender sent them to another club. Entering, the heroines they saw Diana and Donna in cages, dancing with sexy moves.

    “Donna! Princess Diana!” Kori gasped. ‘We have to free them.”

   Jade shrieked as a whip cord struck her rear. “Shake it babe!” Tyrol yelled. He laughed.

    Jade spun. He pointed his siphoned at the green skinned doll, and the gold skinned beauty.

    Spinning about, Jade tried to dodge the blows. Tyrol laughed in amusement. He drover her into an empty cage. She shrieked, screamed and struggled as the doors closed. Men crowded around and grabbed at her, ripping away her clothes.

    They grabbed at her breasts, and her bottom. Kori was tossed into another caged, stripped and molested. She screamed and protested.

    Tyrol stepped up to Kori. “I hear you been throwing you weight around, Goldie.” He said as others groped her body. He smiled.

   “What about Gotham, Tyrol?” Ox asked.

   “We’ll be headed there in a bit,” He answered. “Rhino, take this hottie to pay respects to those she tried intimidating.”

   Rhino drug Kori out, put a collar and leash on her as she sobbed.

   “Bring the Princess with us,” Tyrol told Ox. “we may be able to have some fun with her.”

Four – Gotham

In the Iceberg lounge, Tyrol Ox and the Princess were show to Oswald Cobblepot’s private lounge. Penguin’s eyes roved over the amazon as she was led in.

   “Well, Wonder Woman truly has some wonders.” He cackled. “Waagh!”

    “Be a grand for some time with her,” Tyrol said.

   “Worth it,” Cobblepot said.

   Ox grasped Diana’s long hair and shoved her head down between the villain’s legs. “Batman,” He started. “Bruce has been missing for a while. Batgirl a female Robin and the Black Canary have been pests in his absence.”

    “We’ll take care of the honeys,” Tyrol said. “For a price and a cut of the action.”

   “Deal,” Cobblepot agreed. He grabbed hold of Diana’s hair, stood and drug her off.

   In his bedroom, Cobblepot mounted the amazon. His beak snorted at her breasts. He pounded away inside her.

   Tyrol and Ox stopped at a café for a snack. At another table were some young men in dark leather jackets. One approached them, “What you the new gang in town?”

   “No,” Tyrol said. “We’re here on business, hired to get Batgirl and the Canary.’

   “You two?” He sounded incredulous. “After the birds of Prey?”

   “Yeah,” Ox said.

   He laughed, “I’m Rafe Alexander leader of the West End Ghouls.” He smiled. “Batgirl put me in the slammer awhile back. Sure like to get a piece of her.” He shook his head.”

   “Work with us,” Tyrol invited. “You can run the Gotham division of our gang.”

   “Your gang, huh? What makes you all so special?”

   “Read the papers? Dark web?” Ox asked. “About those missing heroines?”

Reporter Summer Gleason sat across from policewoman Amber Carter, accompanied by two fellow officers.

   “From top model to hot cop,” Summer said. “We have Amber Carter, blue-eyes and blonde hair, sure to be a bomb shell. What aspirations do you have for your career?”

   “Busting the Joker,” She replied with a smile. “And I mean his balls.” Nervous chuckles sounded around them.

   A tear gas bomb exploded among them. Tyrol’s gang swept in quickly, securing the policewomen and Summer. “Hey ladies and gentlemen,” Tyrol grabbed the mic. “I’ Tyrol they call me the tyrant, but I’m a benevolent dictator,” He laughed. “You can see these babe’s again real soon up close and personal, on slavebay.org, under Summer’s Here and Cop Shop.” He dropped the mic and left. The ladies were hustled into a van.

   “We got the bait,” Rafe said.

   “Soon we’ll have the babes,” Tyrol said.

   At an old retail store, the captives were caged, bound and gagged. The man called Shotgun stood guard over them.

   Soon the ladies called the Birds of Prey crashed in. The biggest concern was the Canary. Before she could utter her famous deafening cry, Tyrol whipped out his siphon and clicked. The heroine choked, stumbled. Ox and two others went for her.

   Robin, unsure of her age, Tyrol was hesitant to add her to the collection. The agile heroine in red, with hooded yellow cape, spun about, evading the grasp of two who slammed into one another. Her foot aimed for Tyrol’s head.

   He ducked. Her attack was an evasion as Batgirl went for the captives. One of her Bat-rangs had clonked Shotgun, slumped against the bars and dazed. She moved to pick the lock.

    Tyrol sprung at Batgirl. Slamming into the heroine, they rolled about the floor. Robin ran to help her partner.

   “No,” Canary shrieked as the men tore at her clothing. Ox shoved her bra into her mouth as gag. Her wrist bound behind her back. He slapped her face. His power bracelets gave him the strength to defeat the heroine.

   Ox grabbed her hair, smacked her onto her back. Then went down on her. His power tool throbbed in the heroine.

   “Canary!” Batgirl screamed.

   Shotgun’s arms wrapped around Robin from behind. He jerked her back, they swung about. Her utility belt went flying. Her wrists soon cuffed behind her back. He bent her over his knee, raised a baton and began swatting her rear.

   Batgirl struggled against Tyrol, now joined by Rafe.

   Rafe took a gas gun from Batgirl’s belt and blasted some in her face. She choked; Tyrol overwhelmed her. “Barbara Gordon,” He jerked the mask off. “Daughter of the police commissioner.”

   Batgirl choked. She could barely fight back as they peeled off her costume. She struggled as Rafe pressed her down, a wicked grin on his face. He kissed her breasts, neck and lips.

   She was trying to evade his organ as it prodded at her. “No!” Tyrol snapped, holding her down. She squealed as the other man shot into her. Her body shook.

   Batgirl’s breasts rolled under Raef’s chest. Then Tyrol took her.

   Finally, she would be dressed in boots, cape and cowl, bat-bikini and collar and leash.

   Robin, Summer and the captive policewomen were shipped off. Canary would become part of Rafe’s playpen.

“Waagh,” Cobblepot sounded. Batgirl’s costume at his feet. He grunted, looking over her body. She was on her knees before him. “Well done boys.”

    Tyrol, Ox and the Princess started to leave Gotham.

   “What’s this?” Tyrol saw a show flyer. “Zatanna, appearing tonight?” He smiled.

   “Uh, Tyrol,” Ox was uneasy. “Let’s not bite off more than we can chew.”

   “Aw, come on,” Tyrol said. “We can handle her.”

Leaving Diana in a hotel room, sleeping, they went to watch the leggy lovely Zatanna. Her magic was incredible.

   After the show Tyrol and Ox slid backstage. Tyrol clicked his siphon. Ox got her with a stun dart. So easy, now to bag her up in a sleeping bag and escape.

    In their room, the witch roused some, gagged and bound, and naked. Tyrol was on her first, drugs pumped through her, controlling her magic. She was made to caste a spell placing herself under his total control.

   The group headed home.

Six

Tyrol counted the loot that poured in. Cinnamon had opened her own place, featuring a very pregnant Donna Troy. Princess Diana shook her booty at one of Tyrol’s clubs, seven months pregnant with triplets.

   Tyrol had heard Batgirl was about to bear some babies for Cobblepot. Rafe had added more to his harem of prostitutes, made the Canary his personal doll.

    Summer and the lady cops had brought a lot of money at auction. Then were shipped overseas.

   Robin, old enough, was working another of Tyrol’s clubs. Zatanna had a new show.

   “Boss,” Rhino called. “Power Girl’s been nosing around, trying to get a line on our goods.”

   Tyrol smiled. “Power Tits’d be a fine prize to get in our stable.” He smiled, sipped a drink. “Let’s bring the witch and have some fun.”

    In the park, Loudon’s gang was tormenting folks. They had some women trapped in a closed in structure made of bars.

   Then Power Girl laned. Wide eyes took in her body and ample cleavage. Loudon approached her, snapping his fingers to music in his head. “Hey, doll, dangerous place for a cutie like you to be.”

   Fist against her hips, she glared at him. “I; m looking for some missing superheroines.”

   He laughed, “You mean Tyrol’s pets? Forget’em babe.” He blew her a kiss. “You got no chance against the Tyrants.”

   Hidden, Tyrol chuckled, He had Zatanna caste a spell. Her magic removed both Power girl’s powers and her costume and under clothes. She gasped as wide eyed men from 14-16 gaped at her.

   Power Girl moved to cover herself. Then started to run. They had formed a ring around her. She dodged that hands that stretched at her. Some smacked her butt, “Bubble wrap!”

   They whistled, chasing her in circles. The boys struck at her with switches. Squealing and protesting, the heroine darted about. She suddenly found herself in a monkey bar cage. From the outside, the grabbed at her. Her wrists and ankles were stretched out and secured to the bars as she pleaded. Her breasts heaved up and down.

   Loudon swatted her butt with a switchm Another grabbed her breasts, “Man those are mountains.” He bit her breast.

   Power Girl shook against the bars, sobbing. They groped and probed her body. Kissed her lips. One ran his organ between her breasts as she screamed. A pulsating organ plowed into her. Another stuck his rod in her mouth.

   “M-mmm,” She sobbed. “No-mmm, ungh-ungh-ungh-unh. Oh.”

    They prodded at her with their sticks. “Please-ungh-ohhh!”
    A collar was put on her neck, and leash. After they left her, Tyrol led the defeated heroine away. She would bring in a lot of money.